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Dear Life, Funny is it not? We loved eachother, just never at the same time. Lately it's been lingering constantly on my mind, yet I still continue to walts around like I'm fine. I Took you for granted, so understanding I am as to why you can no longer stand it. But "Life's a game right?"  I guess I just- I just grew tired of the ******** hands from you I was handed. Tired of standing alone in sorrow, of drowning in feelings. That eight year rain shower killed me, but could've given you a sibling on a drier planet. Like mars, life you could've had a brother on mars. But instead you chose me, A guy that feels way to ******* much, way to ******* deep. So Why me? Why should I  sleep? So I can dream of a girl I know, who's exactly like me but doesn't like me? Why, see? It's only been a week so why do I feel confident she's the one I need? Why do I cry and feel hopeless seeing scripted love on a screen? Why do I relate more, feel closer to fictional characters than the ones next to me? Dear life, I wrote you the key to my mind without thinking twice. I don't ask for your sympathy, but a key for simplicity will suffice.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
MyKey To Life,
Dear Life, Funny is it not? We loved eachother, just never at the same time. Lately it's been lingering constantly on my mind, yet I still continue to walts around like I'm fine. I Took you for granted, so understanding I am as to why you can no longer stand it. But "Life's a game right?"  I guess I just- I just grew tired of the ******** hands from you I was handed. Tired of standing alone in sorrow, of drowning in feelings. That eight year rain shower killed me, but could've given you a sibling on a drier planet. Like mars, life you could've had a brother on mars. But instead you chose me, A guy that feels way to ******* much, way to ******* deep. So Why me? Why should I  sleep? So I can dream of a girl I know, who's exactly like me but doesn't like me? Why, see? It's only been a week so why do I feel confident she's the one I need? Why do I cry and feel hopeless seeing scripted love on a screen? Why do I relate more, feel closer to fictional characters than the ones next to me? Dear life, I wrote you the key to my mind without thinking twice. I don't ask for your sympathy, but a key for simplicity will suffice.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
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